Snapped Photo

My American literature teacher gave us photos and told us to use our senses to write something about it. Of course, I got the creepy looking hotel hallway. My friend crowded around me, trying to figure out what was at the end of the hallway. I wrote this poem for my class and absultly loved the atmoasphere. Everyone loved my poem.

Moments before The photo was snapped I could feel it As I walked Down the Errily lit hotel halls It chilled me To the core To just Stand there Infront of the Old staircase Something happened Moments before A long time ago I remember my mom Telling me long ago, "History repeats itself." Evently, this was true. I had to move So I walked To my room Something still Was not right My door was already opened I didn't feel safe But I still had to go in So I did The sight The smell Horrfied me To a point Where I was in shock I had only seen This in those Law and Order shows In NCIS But this was diffrent It was real life Not a show I felt As if I was the victim Not him So I ran Our the room To the staircase That is where I snapped this photo Of my horror.

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